In the quiet whisper of the autumn breeze,
Leaves of gold and crimson dance with ease.
The world is painted in a fiery hue,
As nature bids the summer adieu.

Shadows grow long under the amber sky,
Birds sing their farewell lullaby.
The earth prepares for its winter’s sleep,
While the harvest moon begins to weep.

Each gust of wind tells an ancient tale,
Of days gone by and nights so pale.
The scent of pine and cedar fills the air,
As the forest whispers a silent prayer.

In this dance, we find our place,
Amidst the beauty, feeling grace.
Autumn’s embrace, both fierce and kind,
Leaves a lasting imprint on the mind.